“Is there anything worse on earth than being yelled at? You’re already wrong. There isn’t.” — Paul F. Tompkins, Laboring Under Delusions
I’ll confess a paranoia — I’m constantly afraid of being yelled at.
This is why my dentist will never see me every 6 months.
The appointment could be booked.
My heart can be pure.
But once the day comes, I’ll cancel the appointment, because I haven’t been flossing.
Heaven forbid the dentist sees my gums bleed — he’ll yell me right out of the chair and then ask me to spit.
The stakes only seem to raise with age.
The older we get, the bigger mistakes we’re capable of.
We get into massive debt.
We drive drunk despite our better judgement (Now I ride a bike).
We give the wrong address when we’re trying to put a hit on someone’s abuela (Shit gets real — fast).
When I’m at the worst of my paranoia, I won’t answer my phone.
No matter who’s calling.
I won’t answer it.
I’m terrified that people are calling just to yell at me. Like all my friends and family conspired to really let me have it.
Even if I had a friendly conversation with someone last week, I’m convinced they hate me now.
There are messages on my Facebook from good friends that I ignore.
I burn some bridges this way.
For example, I used to have a manager for my comedy — But guess who stopped answering his phone? (It was me.)
Medication and therapy have been pretty essential for me.
But also, after making some big mistakes, you start to see the people in your life that won’t judge you.
“Where your ass was at? I take attendance like a classroom” — Drake, Where Ya At
When you shut down, and stop answering the phone, you learn who’s going to keep calling you anyways.
Make note of that.
Keep a list of people whose opinions of you matter in your wallet (I included myself on my list).
It may help to remember — not everyone hates you.
Johnny Magz is a public speaker, health coach, INFJ, recovering perfectionist, and proud dad. He loves to share stories about health, self development, and comedy.